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The horse snorted softly, nuzzling his pocket for a carrot.

Horace smiled, pointing to a faded wooden sign: Horace’s Hoarse Horse: Riding Lessons & Rescues. horaceshoarsehorsewhores

Wren jumped. “What was that?”

Horace tried to object, but his hoarse voice came out as a faint croak. Whinny, however, let out a sudden, startling whinny—loud and clear as a bell. The horse snorted softly, nuzzling his pocket for a carrot

One autumn morning, Horace leaned over the stable gate and whispered (for that was all he could manage), “Whinny, old girl, you sound hoarser than me.” The horse snorted softly

Horace was a retired riding instructor with a raspy, worn-out voice—permanently hoarse from decades of shouting encouragement across muddy fields. His best friend was an aging racehorse named Whinny, who had gone just as quiet as Horace.